It is a reasonably warm night in Brooklyn as I sit in a church pew in Brooklyn's Standard ToyKraft listening to Cara Francis remind us that theatre, like war, is often bad, and there are very few of each considered universally good.
if anyone other than the New York Neo-Futurists presented a show called Rape, Rape, Rape, AIDS, AIDS, AIDS, Genocide, Genocide, Cats, I would have avoided it like the plague. But here are 10 reasons to see them. Ready? Curtain!
I've said it once and I'll say it again: the New York Neo-Futurists make my face hurt from smiling. Their brand of clever comedy is unlike anything I've ever seen from another group, perhaps because it is so honestly theatrical.